A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle.

Freudism and all it has tainted with its grotesque implications and methods, appear to me to be one of the vilest deceits practiced by people on themselves and on others. I reject it utterly, along with a few other medieval items still adored by the ignorant, the conventional, or the very sick.

Her lips were like large crimson polyps.

Let all of life be an unfettered howl.

No difference exists between American and European manners. A proletarian from Chicago can be just as Philistine as an English duke.

Suddenly for no earthly reason I felt immensely sorry for him and longed to say something real, something with wings and a heart, but the birds I wanted settled on my shoulders and head only later when I was alone and not in need of words.

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.